I probably should have been embarrassed or ashamed when I’d walked into my suite wearing only the hot-pink corset and found Mrs. McClean there, drawing me a bath. The panties had been left in shreds on the floor, leaving me exposed. The juices from our mutual climax dripped down my thighs. My tits, fully exposed, bounced as I walked and despite my initial reaction to the lingerie, I liked it. It made me feel sexy. Dirty.

I should have been ashamed, but I wasn’t. Clearly Mrs. McClean wasn’t taken aback by my presence. It made me wonder how many times Mr. Conrad had entertained other women at his estate. Had there been others before me?

Of course there had been! Hell, he’d said he was old enough to be my father, late forties or fifty at least. Of course there would have been other women before me.

“Mr. Conrad has requested your presence for dinner in an hour,” Mrs. McClean said when I walked in. “The bath is ready. I’ll lay out your clothing for the evening.”

She left me in the bathroom, the tub overflowing with steamy bubbles. No one had ever drawn me a bath before. I couldn’t even remember my mother having done such a thing. And now she was laying out my clothing? It was nice to be taken care of for once.

I reached around and pulled on the ribbons of the corset, relieving myself of the tight garment. I took a deep breath and rubbed the red marks on my stomach from where the boning had pressed into my skin.

I turned to the mirror and ran my hands up my sides to my breasts, letting my fingers drag over my nipples. They were still sensitive from the intense stimulation Mr. Conrad had given them earlier.

My body vibrated at the memory of him inside me. The way he’d played my body, pulling my orgasm out right when he wanted to.

He knew what he was doing. Of that, there was no doubt.

I stepped a foot into the hot water and sank down into the bubbles. The water had an oil of some kind in it that made my hands slip over my skin as I washed myself.

I could have soaked all day, but all too soon there was a knock at the door and Mrs. McClean was there, holding a fluffy towel and telling me to get out. She wrapped the towel around me and left me alone again.

It was strange to let someone else take care of me in such an intimate way, but at the same time, the fact that Mr. Conrad had ordered it was incredibly erotic.

In the vanity drawer, I found what looked to be an entire line of the most expensive brand of makeup I’d ever heard of. I carefully applied a touch of eyeliner and mascara, and a sheer lip gloss. He hadn’t said, but I got the impression Mr. Conrad preferred a minimal makeup look. The need to please him caught me off guard, but I went with it. I might as well.

As promised, my outfit for the evening had been laid out for me. It was the dress I’d admired earlier. I slipped it over my head and twirled, loving the sensation of the fabric hugging my skin. It fit perfectly. How Mr. Conrad had found out what my measurements were so exactly, I’d never know, but damn. He’d nailed it.

The black fabric, what there was of it, had a slight shimmer that reminded me of stars. The bodice was snug over my breasts, but dipping low between them into a very daring v-neck that felt as if it almost went to my navel. The back of the dress mirrored the front, only the cut went much lower, leaving my back almost completely exposed, and came to a point right over my ass. A slit up each thigh completed the dress, leaving me feeling very sexy but quite exposed.

“It’s a good thing he’ll be the only one who sees me,” I said aloud, and seeing that Mrs. McClean had returned, added, “And you, of course.” But she only nodded primly and handed me my shoes.

I had never worn such high heels before, but the moment I slipped them on, they were like magic to my legs. I spun and admired myself in the mirror. Never in a million years would I have bought myself such a dress, and there is no way I would have put heels so high on my feet, but it worked.

Damn, did it work.

“It’s time.”

I nodded at Mrs. McClean, who stood at the door. She handed me a beaded clutch as I walked past.

When I walked down the curved staircase, my hand on the railing as I descended, it was completely ridiculous but I felt like a princess. When Mr. Conrad looked up and saw me, I could see the look of appreciation in his eyes. My entire body warmed with the attention until I remembered why I was there.

A whore.

Daddy’s little whore.

That’s why I was there. But instead of feeling ashamed about it, the thought, and the memory of saying those exact words while Mr. Conrad fucked me, made me incredibly turned on.

“You look stunning.” He took my hand, flipped it over and kissed it slowly. “Shall we?”

We walked outside, where a limousine waited. The driver appeared and held the door. I slipped inside and Mr. Conrad settled next to me.

“Where are we going?”

“To dinner, of course.” He looked incredulous. “If you’re spending the weekend with me, I will take care of you, Abby. You realize that, don’t you?”

His hand slid along my thigh, pushing the fabric aside so his skin was on mine.

“Realize what?” I asked, momentarily distracted from what we’d been talking about.

“That I will take care of you,” he repeated. “Daddy will always take care of you.” He slipped his hand farther up my thigh until his fingers brushed along the lips of my bare pussy.

“Yes,” I breathed.

“Yes, what?”

“Yes, Daddy. I know you’ll take care of me.”

Satisfied with my answer, he pushed a finger inside my heat, making me moan. “I’m happy to see you aren’t wearing any panties.”

“There weren’t any laid out for me.”

“No.” He chuckled. “I’m glad to see you didn’t try to wear some anyway.”

The thought hadn’t occurred to me. I’d just put on what Mrs. McClean had laid out without question. It felt kind of…nice not to worry about details.

“This dress wasn’t designed for panties,” he continued. “And definitely not for what I have in mind.”

“What do you have in mind? You said we were going for dinner.”

The limo was zipping along. I tried to peek out the blacked-out windows, but couldn’t see much and realized it didn’t matter anyway. I believed Mr. Conrad when he said he’d take care of me. I couldn’t rationalize it, but I wasn’t concerned to be with him at all.

“We are,” he said. I sat back against the seat and he reached forward to pick up a black jewelry box. “But first, a gift.” He put the box in my hand.

“Mr. Conrad.” I shook my head. “I can’t accept this. It’s too much.” I somehow knew it would be too much without even opening it. Everything about him had been too much.

“Open it,” he commanded.

I did as I was told and braced myself for a necklace of gold and diamonds or something equally extravagant. But that’s not what was inside.

“What is it?” I lifted the delicate chains from the box. It looked almost like a necklace, but instead of a pendant, a small triangle piece of plastic, almost like a little box, hung between the chains.

“It’s a toy.” The humor in his voice gave him away and I turned to stare at him.

“What kind of toy?”

His grin was wicked and made my nipples harden in anticipation.

“Put it on.” Mr. Conrad gestured to my lap, where he’d pushed aside the fabric of my dress to expose me. “Just slip it over your legs and slide it up to your hips.”

I understood at once what it was that I was holding and did as I was told. I bent down and put one leg and then the other through the thin chains and shimmied them up to my hips. The black triangle hung low on my pussy and the weight of it felt good.

“Perfect.” Mr. Conrad admired his gift before smoothing the fabric of my dress back into place.

I still wasn’t entirely certain what it was. Surely, if it was a vibrator—which I had initially assumed—it would be vibrating. As it was, it felt good under my dress. Like an erotic piece of jewelry. “How does it work?”

Mr. Conrad grinned again. Damn but he was sexy. “For this weekend, you need to trust me to take care of you, remember? Part of that is taking care of your pleasure as well.” He ran one finger from my lips, down one breast and up to the other. “Are you hungry?”

I was. But not for food. I wanted him with a ferocity that surprised me. Especially considering why I was there. But at the same time, there was no reason I shouldn’t enjoy myself for the weekend. Never again would I have the opportunity that was currently before me. I wasn’t going to waste it. I nodded. Hungry didn’t begin to explain how he made me feel.